He’s followd speedilie.
6
An whan he cam to her bowr-door
He tirlt at the pin:
‘O open, open, Janet love,
Open an let me in.’
7
‘It was never my mother’s custm, Willie,
It never sal be mine,
For a man to come the bower within
He’s followd speedilie.
6
An whan he cam to her bowr-door
He tirlt at the pin:
‘O open, open, Janet love,
Open an let me in.’
7
‘It was never my mother’s custm, Willie,
It never sal be mine,
For a man to come the bower within